Alfred can't believe it. He has a bleeding nose and looks like shit. And he's waiting outside Arthur's door. He texted him before leaving and asked him if he was home. Arthur had just replied with 'yes'. Very much like him. So, now Alfred is there. He texts Arthur again, he does not want to ring the bell and wakes Arthur's parents.
'Open the door. I'm here.'
Alfred waits and sees the light on in Arthur's bedroom, so he guesses Arthur is still awake. That's good. He just has to talk to him and tell him how he feels. And then Arthur could actually push him away, which wouldn't be a problem. He has a lot of friends. That's not the problem.
He will miss Arthur, if Arthur ever says his feelings are not returned.
Fuck, he can't. “You look well-shagged," is Arthur's sarcastic comment when he opens the door.
"Shut up," Alfred replies, "let me in." Arthur was about to go sleep, Alfred guesses. He's wearing short pants and a whit shirt, a bit tight and a with a huge black guitar on the chest.
Actually, Arthur looks good in short. But again, he always looks good. He notices Alfred is staring at his legs and blushes a bit. Well, how am I supposed to tell him?
"What, your new girlfriend is already tired of you?"
Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and frowns.
"No, actually .. uhm. I didn't like her. A lot."
"So what? She punched you?"
Alfred nods. Arthur's eyes widen, "Really?"
Alfred laughs that Arthur looks scandalized for all of a second before he sits on the bed and makes motion for Alfred to sit as well.
Alfred kicks off his shoes and sprawls on the bed, while Arthur draws his legs on him and Alfred thinks his face is burning. Arthur looks fantastic even with those huge eyebrows of him. He rolls and sinks on the pillow, burying his face in it, with blue eyes gazing everywhere but on Arthur's legs on his own. Why does he have to act like these? Oh, they're best friends. He could almost think Arthur knows and is teasing him, but he stops himself from thinking he's so lucky. "Do you want to sleep over?" Arthur says.
Oh, well. Now, that sounds interesting.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I don't feel like walking home and having mom asking me about a bleeding nose."
Arthur laughs and Alfred can't help but watch the way the corners of his mouth curve and his forehead softens. Also: he shakes his leg. He stretches, shuffling closer to Alfred, and reaches out, dragging his fingers through Alfred's golden hair. Arthur breathes and he's dangerously close to him, Alfred almost leans forward, but then Arthur pulls away. Their hands touch.
Alfred's hand starts playing with Arthur's shirt and he's about to speak, when Arthur gets up. "Where are you going?" Alfred bursts out.
Arthur's blinks at his sudden high voice and eyes indignantly the blood on his nose.
"To get something for that nose. You weren't planning to sleep like that, weren't you?"
"You're so silly", Arthur says, five minutes later, while he's wiping his nose. Arthur grabs him by the chin and doesn't let go until Alfred's nose is clean again. He brushes his fingers on Alfred's face while he's doing the work and Alfred heats up. Again. "Don't you have a girl, Arthur?" Alfred suddenly asks.
"You know I don't. And what kind of question is that?" "I was curious. That's all."
Arthus humps.
"Who was your last girlfriend?" Alfred huffs this time. "I don't remember."
"Then, you last boyfriend?"
Arthur's eyes widen. Why did he ask that?
"Uhm .. I didn't– "
Too late. Arthur pulls away, throws the tissue in the bin and turns away. He opens the closet and pulls out some pants for Alfred.
"I never had a girlfriend." he says, warily.
He never– ?
"..nor a boyfriend." he finishes. "Oh.." is all Alfred can say. So, he's been overthinking a lot without reasons. He could have asked Arthur earlier. He never did. How stupid. "And .. is there .." Alfred doesn't finish the question because Arthur climbs on the bed and looks at him with huge, green, penetrating eyes. "I would say it, if there was someone. We're friends. I just never tell you anything, because there's nothing to say."
"Oh .."
Again, Alfred is out of words. But he needs words. Now. He wants to takes Arthur on a date, tells him how he feels because wasn't that the reason he was there in the first place? When he kissed that girl, he said Arthur's name. So, he got a punch. He needs to tell him, because he will never get this close ever again. But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with him? But then, Alfred blinks up and Arthur is looking at him. He's suddenly a lot more aware that he’s there, in all his blond-haired physicality, his beautiful eyes and red lips, soft lips – they seem soft – and messed hair, so that he leans forward to kiss him and he does not realize it at all. He just does not think.
So Alfred kisses Arthur. Kisses that sharped tongue, traces his mouth and teeth, breathing and sucking every inch of him, feeling that he was sinking against Arthur, pulling him closer.
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Everything under the sun is in tune [2a/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)Alfred can't believe it. He has a bleeding nose and looks like shit. And he's waiting outside Arthur's door. He texted him before leaving and asked him if he was home. Arthur had just replied with 'yes'.
Very much like him.
So, now Alfred is there. He texts Arthur again, he does not want to ring the bell and wakes Arthur's parents.
'Open the door. I'm here.'
Alfred waits and sees the light on in Arthur's bedroom, so he guesses Arthur is still awake. That's good. He just has to talk to him and tell him how he feels. And then Arthur could actually push him away, which wouldn't be a problem. He has a lot of friends. That's not the problem.
He will miss Arthur, if Arthur ever says his feelings are not returned.
Fuck, he can't.
“You look well-shagged," is Arthur's sarcastic comment when he opens the door.
"Shut up," Alfred replies, "let me in."
Arthur was about to go sleep, Alfred guesses. He's wearing short pants and a whit shirt, a bit tight and a with a huge black guitar on the chest.
Actually, Arthur looks good in short. But again, he always looks good. He notices Alfred is staring at his legs and blushes a bit.
Well, how am I supposed to tell him?
"What, your new girlfriend is already tired of you?"
Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and frowns.
"No, actually .. uhm. I didn't like her. A lot."
"So what? She punched you?"
Alfred nods.
Arthur's eyes widen, "Really?"
Alfred laughs that Arthur looks scandalized for all of a second before he sits on the bed and makes motion for Alfred to sit as well.
Alfred kicks off his shoes and sprawls on the bed, while Arthur draws his legs on him and Alfred thinks his face is burning. Arthur looks fantastic even with those huge eyebrows of him. He rolls and sinks on the pillow, burying his face in it, with blue eyes gazing everywhere but on Arthur's legs on his own. Why does he have to act like these?
Oh, they're best friends.
He could almost think Arthur knows and is teasing him, but he stops himself from thinking he's so lucky.
"Do you want to sleep over?" Arthur says.
Oh, well. Now, that sounds interesting.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I don't feel like walking home and having mom asking me about a bleeding nose."
Arthur laughs and Alfred can't help but watch the way the corners of his mouth curve and his forehead softens. Also: he shakes his leg.
He stretches, shuffling closer to Alfred, and reaches out, dragging his fingers through Alfred's golden hair. Arthur breathes and he's dangerously close to him, Alfred almost leans forward, but then Arthur pulls away.
Their hands touch.
Alfred's hand starts playing with Arthur's shirt and he's about to speak, when Arthur gets up.
"Where are you going?" Alfred bursts out.
Arthur's blinks at his sudden high voice and eyes indignantly the blood on his nose.
"To get something for that nose. You weren't planning to sleep like that, weren't you?"
"Oh," Alfred relaxes, "Okay."
Everything under the sun is in tune [2b/3]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)"You're so silly", Arthur says, five minutes later, while he's wiping his nose. Arthur grabs him by the chin and doesn't let go until Alfred's nose is clean again. He brushes his fingers on Alfred's face while he's doing the work and Alfred heats up. Again.
"Don't you have a girl, Arthur?" Alfred suddenly asks.
"You know I don't. And what kind of question is that?"
"I was curious. That's all."
Arthus humps.
"Who was your last girlfriend?"
Alfred huffs this time. "I don't remember."
"Then, you last boyfriend?"
Arthur's eyes widen. Why did he ask that?
"Uhm .. I didn't– "
Too late. Arthur pulls away, throws the tissue in the bin and turns away. He opens the closet and pulls out some pants for Alfred.
"I never had a girlfriend." he says, warily.
He never– ?
"..nor a boyfriend." he finishes.
"Oh.." is all Alfred can say. So, he's been overthinking a lot without reasons. He could have asked Arthur earlier. He never did. How stupid.
"And .. is there .." Alfred doesn't finish the question because Arthur climbs on the bed and looks at him with huge, green, penetrating eyes.
"I would say it, if there was someone. We're friends. I just never tell you anything, because there's nothing to say."
"Oh .."
Again, Alfred is out of words. But he needs words. Now.
He wants to takes Arthur on a date, tells him how he feels because wasn't that the reason he was there in the first place?
When he kissed that girl, he said Arthur's name. So, he got a punch. He needs to tell him, because he will never get this close ever again. But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with him?
But then, Alfred blinks up and Arthur is looking at him. He's suddenly a lot more aware that he’s there, in all his blond-haired physicality, his beautiful eyes and red lips, soft lips – they seem soft – and messed hair, so that he leans forward to kiss him and he does not realize it at all. He just does not think.
So Alfred kisses Arthur. Kisses that sharped tongue, traces his mouth and teeth, breathing and sucking every inch of him, feeling that he was sinking against Arthur, pulling him closer.
It is exactly what he wanted all along.
Re: Everything under the sun is in tune [2b/3]
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